I worked pretty hard today, and I got a lot of things done. Practical things. Chores. And now I'm very tired, but in an accomplished sort of way, which is satisfying. What's strange, though, is that I didn't get anything done that I had planned to do today. Among the stuff I didn't get done that I had intended to was a blog post catching up on my life in recent weeks, etc. Like, you know, having moved and had a birthday and that kind of jazz. Perhaps tomorrow. But definitely not tonight.